The King, Son of Mafia
Chapter 58 (Hiro's Dating)

Sean and Vian's point of view is inevitable, the earlobe to both move small. Before the long legs to these two teenage men ran. Chasing the freed Wolves.

"There!" Shouted Sean pointing towards the direction of two o'clock.

Vian's body turned around. This was the difficulty of Vian Yamato. This man was less agile in a direct fight like this time.

Jem!

Cras!

Bruk!

The Katana sword is swinging. Until the body of the Wolf who almost pounced on Vian in a stab and sprawled. Blood flowed profusely as Sean pulled his Katana.

"Thank you for the help, brother!" said Vian did not forget he showed a distinctive box smile of his.

Sean replied with a slanted smile."Don't let your guard down, Bang. The battle level was twice as crazy as the previous one" Sean recalled.

Vian nodded slowly. Moans sound vague. The smell of wolves is very sharp. The death of his people, made them crazy. From various directions they came out so gallantly.

"How many hundred, this time the number?" vian asked, his eyes poking out at the furry animals that came one by one.

"Thousand. This time we'll be pretty overwhelmed. Hold tight to your katana, even though this time to our two hands will feel numb" said Sean.

Vian sighed softly. Hiro's a real bitch. Vian bet, troublesome exercise this time must be used by the father to be alone with the mother. Remember, Hiro is very sensitive if disturbed.

"Let's get it done!" Said Vian while taking a swing. He began to strengthen to his two ponies.

Do not forget to both take the position of the backs of each other. Protect each other from attack. The roar of swords and loud moans ran through the Yakuza's special forest. Several tens to hundreds of Wolf bodies began to linger on the ground.

Yeko was monitoring the battle area. If asked where the young master Yamato fled. Of course, the man did what Vian thought.

***

Hiro's grip on Dera's palm carried a line of smiles that never faded from the handsome face of this Yakuza Boss. Winter is a season that many people are waiting for. Out at night. Just take a walk, eat ramen typical of this Sakura country.

"What do we want to eat?" hiro asked, looking towards Dera.

"What to eat?" Reply Dera. This cute woman was circulating her eyes in all directions.

The small shop of tarpaulins looks neatly arranged tempting themselves to singah.Not to mention the aroma of the cuisine that seduces the sense of smell to come and taste the food. Dera refuses when Hiro invites her to a fancy restaurant. This woman prefers dating in public places. Which is used by ordinary people. Because it will feel amazing.

"What about Oden?" dera said as her eyes stared at Oden's tent.

Hiro nodded slowly. The two of them stepped closer to Oden. Oden, a type of food that is found in Japan during winter. Oden consists of Namely; such as sausages, fish balls, octopus, squid, tofu, seaweed, and other seafood commonly served with fish broth broth. The food is warm, cheap, delicious, certainly suitable for winter.

"Message two portions of Oden!" Hiro cried when he arrived in front of the seller.

"Okay sir, please wait there!" Said the seller to an empty table in the corner of the tent.

Dera felt hungry for an instant as the scent of fish broth blew towards her. Hiro pulls Dera into a chair made of plastic. Hiro sat down next to Dera. Not to forget he rubbed it into the two palms of the wife.

They both chose to leave without an escort. Although in some places, still placed Yakuza members. Hiro Yamato did not want to take any chances.

"Wouldn't Launa and Laura be angry when we get home?" tanya Dera stared slowly at the husband's face.

Hiro raised his gaze. Smile gently at Dera. His head shook slowly, though his heart was unsure of the answer he was about to give.

Dera took a short breath. Some people were seen filling the originally empty place. Dera could see how happy those who lived in simplicity were, as her eyes unintentionally stared at one family. A faint laugh rang out from the small family right next to his desk. There were three children, two of whom were women and one man. And their two parents.

Faintly can Dera hear the conversation to the five people. The teenage girl had a little fight with her little brother. The mother of the teenager gently rebuked the boy.

Dera's heart was filled. Even though it all became a problem. Though sincere words try to fencing themselves. Dera cannot hypocritically feel longing and pain in her self. Kala remembers her parents and her little brother.

"Dee!" Hiro's voice shook Dera's hand in his grasp.

Dera snapped from the daydream. Not forgetting that she gave a gentle smile to her husband.

"Eat is coming, let's eat!" Said Hiro rubbing the back of Dera's hand slowly.

This woman only realized, if two large bowls of Oden were already in front of her eyes.

"Yes" he answered.

Hiro released Dera's hand from his hand. His bead of eyes glanced at the table beside them. The soft reasoning sounds. Hiro knows Dera misses his family. Despite feeling guilty, Hiro was unable to do anything. Except trying to make Dera happy in her way.

***

Adella stepped slowly into the kitchen of the small apartment she stayed in for a week in Paris. Several times he yawned a little, blame Sean Yamato. The teenage man was unceasingly complaining of being annoyed by Hiro Yamato. Given the difference in hours between Japan and Paris. Adella does not rebuke Sean, to warn him if he needs to sleep.

Tong Ting!

The doorbell sounded loud. Just now Adella wanted to pour a pack of instant coffee into the cup. This teenage girl stopped her movements. Stepping wide near the apartment door.

Click!

"Good morning, miss!" said the man in postal uniform in Parisian.

"Yes, morning. Can I help you?" adella asked in clear and straightforward Parisian.

"Package from Indonesia. Is this true of Miss Adella?"

"Yes, I'm alone!" Answer Adella.

The man in the postal uniform began to reach into the large bag he was carrying. Before delivering the package to Adella.

"Please sign here." Said the man showing a handover paper.

Adella nodded slowly when she received the package on which there was paper. Adella painstakingly signed the handover paper.

"Thank you" said the man when he received the handover letter.

Adella just develops a smile. Before going back inside. He approached the sofa. Sit on a mini sofa in the room. His hands quickly reached into the package from his adoptive father.

Adella smiled as she opened the box with some photos. There are a lot of little kids that Adella memorizes with their faces. Children who are treated and helped by their adoptive father.

Adella's forehead folded when her hands touched the pigeon-shaped ring and necklace.

"Whose necklace and ring is this?" ask with a fine wrinkle.

Adella lifts the beautiful Ring, inserts it into her ring finger. Pas! One word he got.

"Geez!" Suddenly Adella groaned when her head hurt. His two ears were buzzing. Makes his vision blurry.